Training (open)
Whack
Another arrow hit the bullseye. Kate grinned, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Five in a row, all perfect shots. Like always. Her teammates may poke fun at her "addiction" to training, but for Kate? At least two hours of training a day was a must for her. It wasn't that she was a perfectionist herself or anything, but it wasn't like she tolerated her making mistakes in her daily routine, either. Kate put down her bow, walking over to the target and removing her arrows.
The grin on her face got wider, as Kate got an idea. She walked back over to her bow. She reached into her quiver, pulling out the blindfold. She placed it front of her eyes, before tying it behind her head. Kate reached down to where her bow and quiver of arrows were placed. She knocked the arrow in her bow. Inhaling, Kate focused, pulling back on the bowstring. There was nothing else in the room. It was just her. Her and the target. Exhaling, Kate let go of the bowstring, letting the arrow fly.
Kate removed her blindfold, placing down her bow to look at the target. Bullseye. Kate grinned.
Perfect.
Another arrow hit the bullseye. Kate grinned, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Five in a row, all perfect shots. Like always. Her teammates may poke fun at her "addiction" to training, but for Kate? At least two hours of training a day was a must for her. It wasn't that she was a perfectionist herself or anything, but it wasn't like she tolerated her making mistakes in her daily routine, either. Kate put down her bow, walking over to the target and removing her arrows.
The grin on her face got wider, as Kate got an idea. She walked back over to her bow. She reached into her quiver, pulling out the blindfold. She placed it front of her eyes, before tying it behind her head. Kate reached down to where her bow and quiver of arrows were placed. She knocked the arrow in her bow. Inhaling, Kate focused, pulling back on the bowstring. There was nothing else in the room. It was just her. Her and the target. Exhaling, Kate let go of the bowstring, letting the arrow fly.
Kate removed her blindfold, placing down her bow to look at the target. Bullseye. Kate grinned.
Perfect.